Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.